December 9, 2006
One of the other managers called me over to ask if Iíve had my chat with the owner. ďNot yet, but I guess I should.Ē He scorns my reluctance to engage the enemy and asks why I havenít made enquires about winter. ďAround here, we work in a theatre of half-truths. Being laid-off is the worst scenario for me, and if itís in the cards, I wonít find out till the axe falls. Why seek false hope?Ē My colleague shrugs. Walking off, I recall the old saying: When war comes, truth is the first casualty. Is work really a war-zone?